seventeen: picked
It was all right in front of his eyes.
Two choices: loud or quiet, bright or dark. The girl who he'd spent the last two years of his life with or the girl who he'd spent the last two days of his life with. Physical pull or emotional pull. Simple affections or what could turn into something more.
He closed his eyes and pretended that he picked the second girl. It was like a flower unfolding. He saw walks in the park and passionate kisses and I-love-you-more fights and more than that, unconditional happiness. Real love.
That was when he realized that he wasn't responsible for making up his mind, how his mind had been made up ever since the first glimpse he caught of her face. There was no point in trying to sway fate. He didn't think of what would happen when he walked away. All he knew was that he had to walk away.
And with that, Keenan Brock picked Leah Clearwater.
EEE! *squeals* well, review this, then read on!